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The next day
Raingiku groaned into her coffee cup. She really should ease up on the drinking. But Kira's brand of sake was so-o-o good. Another wave of pain washed overher. Damn it… A light tapping came from the heavy wooden door. Then there stood Hinamori, looking happier than she'd seen her in a lately.
"Can I come in?", she asked.
Matsumoto waved her in impatiently. She needed all the help she could get.
"Thank god you're here! My taichou woun't gives me a moment's peace. Look at all the work he's left me already!", She wailed.
Truthfully, the amount of work on her desk was decent at any rate, but with her legendary laziness, of course this seemed almost too much to bear.
"I guess I could help you out." She said slowly. "Seeing how you helped me out…"
Matsumoto gladly gave her the bigger half of her share of work and settled back comfortably in her chair. Thinking about it some more, she shook her head and snorted.
"Psht. That was a fluke. I didn't think he'd actually do it."
She noticed Hinamori's forlorn expression and quickly added, "but, like you said, it worked out great. Lord knows how you've been mooning over him. Silenty-" Hinamori dug an elbow into her ribs.
"Oooh-ah-ouch! That hurt. Plus its true right?"
She looked up from her work just in time to see Hitsugaya walk into the room with an armful of white sheets.
"Ah, speak of the devil." She said happily as he placed them on his desk and begun to leave.
"I was just telling Momo how you runaway from a pretty girl you kissed last night!"
He froze, then turned. An extra huge vein had popped up.
"I DID NOT RUN AWAY!" He yelled loudly. A healthy pink tide flooding his cheeks.
"O.K, O.K, call it fleeing then."
"MATSUMOTO!"
He was about to throttle her neck right then and there, and would have done it too when Hinamori's question stopped him in his tracks.
"To-to-toshiro-kun, was the girl pretty?"
She had been staring hard at her papers the whole time, but at the end of her question she looked up. Her eyes blinking fast as she bit the side of her lip.
"Er…um…eh…a…"
"See!", Matsumoto said triumphantly, "You're tongue-tied by the thought of her! How-"
"I AM NOT." He growled, glaring at her. "If you must know, she was very pretty." He said quickly, not looking at anyone in particular. He grabbed the paperwork on his desk and flung it unceremoniously on hers.
"If you have time to gossip, you have time to do more work."
"Mercy taichou!", she squeaked. "I'll never speak of pretty girls as long as I live."
But he would hear none of it and shunpoed away.
Matsumoto stared at the fresh pile of work and sighed.
"He might be a genius, but boy is he clueless about you!" Hinamori only sighed at her paperwork in reply.
"I think he looks cute when he blushes."
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Finally, its over! This w as originally supposed to be a one-shot, but life got me in the end. My 1st fan-fic, was it good? Bad? Needs work? RnR and let me know!